Date: Thu, 8 Sep 2011 16:27:54 +0200
From: Luca Warberg
Subject: Tainted Blood Chapter 9
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Hey guys, thanks for all the emails I got after the last chapter. I've
started a website or blog or whatever for tainted blood so ppl can talk
about it and maybe I can get a few ideas from the readers of where the story
should head ;)you can access it at hhtp://taintedbloodseries.blogspot.com
Again, lemme know what your thoughts are on this chapter. Here goes!
Ch. 9.
Nico woke up with a sick feeling. He could feel the cold body lying next to
him. His body had shut down after sex last night in order to process the
sudden volume of energy he had taken in from the boy lying next to him.
He sat up in bed and grimaced as he saw the boy lying on the bed, literally
as pale as death. Nico had picked him up in a club last night. The boy had
been wearing leather pants and a low collared white shirt. His obviously
tanned and toned chest had been what had attracted Nico to the boy
initially. His pitch black hair, smouldering dark eyes and his broad,
sensual features had done the rest. Almost as if in a trance, Nico had gone
to the boy, not even sure if he was gay or straight. He had allowed nature
to take its course and before long, the boy had left the group he was
dancing with and was following Nico around. He had finally cornered the boy
at the bar and they had left together to come to the hotel. Nico had booked
in under an assumed name, luckily.
They had started making out passionately as soon as they came into the
bedroom. Nico had been in such a frenzy, he had literally ripped the boy's
shirt off, exposing cool, hard muscle under it. This had driven him into
even more of a passion and he had lost it. He had gotten so caught up in the
rough, rugged beauty of the boy that he had taken him. After what seemed
like hours of ecstasy, when the boy had cum for about the fourth time that
night, Nico had emptied his seed into the boy without thinking. The sudden
rush of life energy into Nico's system had been too much after so long of
basically starving himself. His body had shut down and now he was lying next
to the dead body of the boy. Despite the pale pallor of his skin, the boy
was still very goodlooking.
Nico moved out of the bed, feeling sick to the very core of his soul.
Luckily he wouldn't be caught by any officials. His DNA was untraceable by
humans and the evidence would be excluded as contaminated when they tested
it. Similarly, he took care never to touch anything in the rooms or at the
reception with his bare hands. Even cameras didn't work properly when
cambion were emitting energy to attract prey. While the people surveying the
cameras would make out a figure, it would be too blurred to identify him as
an individual. It had been how Dante had been getting away with feeding so
often since they had moved to America.
Without looking back at the corpse, Nico pictured his room at home and felt
the by now familiar rush of wind. He opened his eyes to find himself once
again in the familiar surroundings of home. He pushed the thought of what he
had done the previous night to the back of his mind. He felt physically sick
from the whole thing and he just didn't have the strength to deal with it.
He quickly stripped and walked into the bathroom, turning the shower on ice
cold. His breath caught as he stepped in beneath the frigid water.
Nico steadied himself by putting both hands against the glass of the shower
and spreading his feet. He kept his head under the blast of the water. Five
minutes later, Dante found him still standing like this.
"Someone fed last night. And they fed a lot!"
Nico ignored him. He was still too angry with himself, too ashamed at what
he had done to even admit to having fed last night. Out of character, Dante
walked to the shower looking concerned.
"Raf, look at me. Are you ok? What happened? Talk to me bro."
Slowly Nico turned around. He noticed Dante giving him a once over. Despite
being very open about nudity with each other as they were twins, the hardly
ever saw each other naked these days. Dante was probably just comparing
notes. He would have done the same if the situation had been reverse. It was
just good old sibling rivalry.
" I fed last night," Nico said flatly. "I killed."
Dante's eyes went wide but he remained silent. After what seemed like an
eternity of staring at each other, Dante spoke up.
"Finish up in here and come to the kitchen. Hurry up."
Nico nodded. He wasn't in the mood to argue with Dante, and he hadn't seen
his twin this insistent in a long time. Clearly something was up. With that,
Dante left. As he was towelling himself off, Dante heard the doorbell ring
and sensed someone enter the house. He walked into his room, and as the door
was open he could hear his brother talking to someone downstairs. The other
person hadn't spoken yet, so Nico couldn't tell who it was. He felt that the
other person's energy was strangely familiar, however.
Without thinking, Nico pulled on a pair of short black Adidas sweatpants and
a tight white singlet. He walked outside towards the entrance hall to see
who Dante was speaking to. To his surprise, he found it was Christian. Dante
was talking to him in the entrance hall.
"Yeah I think he'll be right down, he was just in the shower quick. Oh here
he is. I'll leave you two to it then."
Nico looked over at Christian. He looked really good wearing fitted black
dress pants and a skinny white dress shirt complemented nicely by a checked
scarf and a military style bomber jacket. His hair was mussed a bit, clearly
from the weather outside as he had walked here from the subway. Despite
having just fed, Nico still found himself attracted to the boy. He truly was
gorgeous.
"Hey Raf, just came to check up on you. You literally disappeared from class
yesterday. You left your bag and everything with me. What happened? Are you
ok?"
"Hey Chris, yeah I'm fine. I just had to leave really quickly because I was
feeling really sick." Nico stammered and he noticed his accent was coming
out much stronger than usual. It usually happened when he was nervous.
"Oh well, I brought your bag. And just wanted to check up on you. You really
didn't look very good. But hey, if you're better do you want to go grab a
drink somewhere? I'm done for the day and I take it you're not going to
class today?"
"Yeah sure, let's go. Just dump my bag there at the table."
Nico started walking to the door when he noticed Christian looking at him
strangely.
"What's wrong?" He asked with raised eyebrows.
"You know it's quite cold outside hey and you're wearing short pants and a
vest. Don't you think you should put something warm on?"
Nico swore silently under his breath. He was really starting to slip up and
he knew it was going to draw suspicion to him. He was almost sure that
Christian was either starting to suspect that something wasn't right or that
he was really not very normal.
"Oh yeah, come on up while I change quickly."
They bounded up the stairs together, Christian following behind Nico. He
indicated to Christian to take a seat on the bed and without even thinking,
stripped his shirt and sweatpants off. He was standing there in nothing but
his Armani briefs when he realised that Christian was in the room and may be
feeling uncomfortable. He turned around to see Christian watching him
intently.
"Wow dude, I never really noticed before but you are super ripped. How do
you get that right? You never go to gym?" Christian said it so flippantly
and unreservedly that Nico knew he meant it merely as a compliment one guy
to another and not in any way suggesting he was attracted to Nico.
"I guess I just got lucky with my genes I suppose." Nico answered smiling.
"Sorry, I hope you don't have a problem with me changing. I only realised
after that you may feel uncomfortable. My brother and I don't really bother
too much with modesty around each other being twins and all."
"Ah, no worries man. I used to be in the swim team at school and lifesaving
as well. Being naked around each other was like second nature. I really
don't care."
Nico smiled back at Christian and turned around to walk into his cupboard.
He pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans, a plain white v-neck t-shirt and
a grey trench-coat. He slung a scarf around his neck as an after thought
before heading back into his room where Christian was waiting. He quickly
pulled on some D&G sneakers and gestured to Christian he was ready to go.
"Where you wanna head to? Theres a bar not far from here, sort of like an
Irish pub. Otherwise I can get Luciano to drop us downtown somewhere?"
"Nah the Irish bar sounds good man. We can grab some lunch at the same time
if you want?"
The two walked out of the house and headed in the direction of the bar. *It's
just as well Christian reminded me to get dressed warmly*, Nico thought to
himself. He would really have gotten some very strange stares walking down
the street in nothing but a singlet and shorts in this weather. It took them
a good fifteen minutes to get to the pub. As they walked in, Nico shrugged
off his trench coat and flung it over his chair. He noticed Christian
unbutton his bomber jacket and take off his scarf.
They ordered two beers. Christian ordered a steak, and not to seem strange,
Nico ordered one too despite the thought of it making him feel sick. When
they turned back around, Christian's eyes widened. Nico looked behind him
and saw Christian looking at the television behind him. The news was on and
the headline read "New York Boy Found Dead In Hotel: Foul Play suspected".
Nico shivered.
"Wow, it really looks like there's a serious crime spree going on at the
moment. You been reading about all those other murders in the other cities?
Same circumstances as the ones that happened here earlier. You know with the
sulphur, and fried electrical circuits and stuff? I wonder if this one is
the same?"
Nico shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He felt himself getting sick again.
"Dude are you ok? You're starting to look ill again?"
"Nah I'm fine. Corpses make me a bit queasy though," Nico lied.
"Ok, well let's change the topic. You know, my sister still speaks a lot
about you. I think she really really likes you but doesn't know how to react
to you because of the whole `prince' thing, you know?"
This time it was Nico's turn to be shocked. He thought that Bianca had
gotten over him a while back. She certainly didn't still let on that she
liked him and besides, he hadn't seen her in a while. He had become better
friends with Christian.
"Ah dude, I don't know what to say man. I really don't want to be in a
relationship right now. I mean, don't get me wrong, I like your sister. A
lot. But I'm not really ready to be in a relationship or anything."
Christian laughed. "No worries man. It doesn't really concern me. Besides, I
think she sort of suspects that, that's probably why she hasn't made a
bigger effort to be around you. I think she knows you're a lost cause."
Nico tried to hide his relief. He didn't want to lose Bianca as a friend,
but more importantly, he had come to really enjoy Christian's company. For
the first time in a very long time, he felt that he was starting to connect
with someone for the sole purpose of being friends. They ordered another
round of drinks as they sat chatting. The conversation became light hearted
and humorous and Nico found himself enjoying Christian's company more and
more. And the alcohol just kept flowing. Nico could see Christian was really
enjoying himself when he proposed they have a series of shots. Nico agreed
hesitantly. He knew that the shots wouldn't have a huge impact on him, but
Christian already looked a bit tipsy.
One by one they downed the shots. As always, they were both fine to start
with. It was only about half an hour later that Nico realised he was
slightly tipsy and Christian was hilariously drunk. Not to the extent where
he was becoming a nuisance and irritatingly obnoxious but just at the stage
where everything he did seemed funny. By this time it was around seven or
eight in the evening and Nico figured it was time to go home before things
got too out of control. He had already been out of control last night, he
didn't want to risk losing control over himself by getting too drunk.
"Chris, I think we should get going. We've been here quite a while hey."
"Ah what's wrong Raf, you Italians can't keep up with us Africans?"
"Nah man, you know we've had a lot to drink. Maybe we should just head home
before we get too drunk."
"Yeah yeah you loser! But I suppose you're right. I'm already pretty well on
my way. And I could really do with a sandwich or something. And a hot
shower. I'm starting to get cold."
With that, they got up to leave. The cold air sobered both of them up a
little and they walked to Nico's house, Christian joking and messing around
as they went. Despite himself, Nico found himself grinning at his friend's
antics. After what seemed like a long time, they arrived at Nico's house.
Christian stopped outside, giving a drunken salute.
"You sir, I shall see tomorrow at class if you're going!"
"Chris, I don't think you should take the subway home. It's already dark and
you're not exactly sober. Just now something happens. You're easy prey at
the moment."
"Dude, I'm from South Africa. We face criminals, rapists and murders every
day. I'm not scared. Now where's the subway?"
Nico smiled. "Christian, just come on up man. There's plenty of place here
and you can just catch a ride to school with me tomorrow. You can borrow
some of my clothes and you've already got your books with you."
Christian swayed slightly as he gave the suggestion some thought. Nico
almost started laughing at the look of utter concentration which flickered
across his friend's face. Clearly he was a lot more drunk that he was coming
across. Obviously he hid it very well.
"Ok, Ok, I'll come inside. But only because it's so damn cold and I don't
feel like sitting in the train. Not because I'm drunk!" Christian said
sarcastically at Nico.
With that, they went into the house. On their way up to Nico's room, Nico
got the chef to prepare them some hamburgers and to send it up to his room
when they were done.
"Wow, Raf, I'm never going to get used to how you just have servants appear
out of nowhere. Wish my parents would take some lessons from yours."
"Haha, maybe you should lie down a bit Chris. Our servants are living in the
guestrooms, so you're going to have to bunk up in my room tonight. You sleep
in the bed, I'll get one of the maids to fold the couch out and I'll sleep
on that."
"Ah, you're such a good mate, Raf."
With that, Christian kicked off his shoes, pulled off his jacket and started
unbuttoning his shirt. He lay back across the bed staring at the ceiling in
just his pants.
"Thanks Raf, I really needed that today. Gabbi and I are on a bit of rocky
ground at the moment. I haven't seen her in so long and was really looking
forward to her coming but it's like something's changed. I don't know, it
just doesn't feel as natural as it used to. I don't know what to do about
it. And I'm really glad I don't have to go back to our flat tonight because
she's only leaving in a few days. We had a really big argument this
morning."
"Chris man, you know you're more than welcome here whenever you want. Don't
worry about Gabby. Things have a way of working themselves out when they're
meant to be. I'm sure both of you are going to feel a lot better once you've
had time to cool off. Long distance relationships are hard on everyone, so
don't stress too much bud."
"Raf, you're a really good friend. I mean it, it's not just the alcohol
talking here. You have nothing but good things to say about Gabby, even
after she treated you and your brother like shit the other night. Thanks
man."
There was a slight awkward silence when thankfully there was a knock on the
door. It was the maid with their hamburgers. After taking the tray from her,
Nico asked her in Italian to unfold the bed and to put linen on it. They ate
their hamburgers in silence as they watched her. She finished just in time
to take their plates back to the kitchen.
Nico turned the flatscreen tv on and skipped to an action movie channel and
turned off the lights. With that, he also kicked off his shoes and stripped
down to his underwear. Christian did the same and the both climbed into bed.
It wasn't ten minutes later when Nico heard Christian's breathing become
deeper and more rhythmical as he fell asleep.
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Nico woke up early the next morning, the sun streaming into the room for the
first time in a while. The weather had been really bad and Nico noticed
again how bad weather affected his mood. It was almost as if the shadows
cast by the clouds cast shadows across his soul too.
He got out of bed, stretching and looked over at Christian. He had kicked
the covers off himself and was lying on his stomach sprawled out across the
bed. Nico couldn't help but notice the curves of muscle along his back. The
boy really was beautifully built.
Tearing his eyes away from Christian, Nico quietly slipped out of the room
to the kitchen. He asked the chef to whip up some cheese omelettes before
heading back to his room. He would wake Christian up after his morning
shower. They both had class that morning. Walking into the bathroom, Nico
turned the tv in the corner to the news. He turned the volume in the shower
up to make sure he could hear. With that, he turned on the shower, making
sure that the water was icy cold before stepping in. His breath caught from
the sheer intensity of the cold water, but it felt good. It felt like all
the pent up frustration, all the guilt, all the sexual tension he usually
carried around with him melted away, albeit only for the few brief moments
he was in the shower.
Not much was happening in the news. War in the middle east, crime statistics
on the increase globally, Pyongyang and Tehran threatening the world with
their supposed nuclear weapons, famine in Africa, all the usual things. Nico
absent-mindedly listened to the news while quickly washing himself. Five
minutes later, he got a bit of a fright when Christian waltzed into the
bathroom.
"Morning Raf, how did you sleep"
Nico was speechless for a few moments before he managed to stammer an
answer. He hadn't realised that Christian really had no qualms about nudity
when they had briefly spoken about it last night. Clearly he had
underestimated the boys openness.
"Um, yeah fine thanks and yourself?"
Christian, who had run water in the basin and was washing his face stopped
and turned around. Nico couldn't help but notice a small trickle of water
sliding off Christian's face, down his tightly toned chest.
"Oh shit, sorry, I didn't even think. I hope you don't mind me waltzing in
like this. If it's awkward I can leave. I just didn't even think about it
after yesterday's conversation."
"Nah, its ok man don't worry about it. I really don't have a problem with
it, I'm just not so used to other people also being ok with it. Suppose
people in America are a bit different, huh?
As they were talking, Nico had finished rinsing himself and turned off the
shower. He grabbed the fluffy white towel he had hung over the edge of the
shower and started towelling himself dry, starting with his hair.
"Hey Raf, you mind if I jump into the shower quick as well? I have to shower
in the morning otherwise I feel dirty all day."
"Yes man, knock yourself out. You're more than welcome."
With that, Christian unceremoniously lowered his underwear. He was standing
with his back to Nico, so Nico couldn't see anything, but he noticed again
how muscular his friend's back was. There were tight ripples of muscle all
down his back, ending in what looked like a really firm ass. Christian
walked to the shower, his back still to Nico and turned on the water. He
jumped back quickly when the water hit him. Turning his head while he
started adjusting the water temperature, he spoke to Nico with a teasing
sarcasm in his voice.
"Jeez dude, cold shower much? What are you trying to get your hormones under
control?"
"Haha, no I just like cold showers. I'm weird like that."
Christian clearly got the water to an agreeable temperature and steam
started billowing out from the water. With that, the boy turned around and
Nico saw him naked for the first time. His chest was smooth except for a
light dusting of golden hair. His muscles knotted into tight pecs and an
extremely toned six-pack. There was a dark blond treasure trail starting at
his belly button and running down into his pubic hair which was long and
curly. As Nico lowered his eyes to the final prize, the steam fogged up the
shower and he only managed to catch a glimpse of what looked like a thick
cock.
"So I take it, you're coming to class today then?"
The sound of Christian's voice pulled Nico out of his trance-like
fascination with Christian's body.
"Um, yeah. Hey I'll see you in a bit, I just want to go get dressed quickly.
There's a towel there next to the shower and feel free to use anything you
want in the bathroom. If I'm not in the dressing room, help yourself to
anything you want."
With that, Nico quickly walked out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped
around his waist. His own dick had started plumping out after his close
perusal of Nico's hot body. He quickly pulled on a pair of Prada underwear
and a pair of plain black Pierre Cardin pants. He pulled on a plain white
t-shirt and a pair of black dress shoes to finish the look. Just as he was
tying his laces, he heard the shower turn off. Just as he stood up to leave
the room, Christian walked into the room with his towel wrapped around his
waist, his hair clearly towel dried and a few stray droplets of water still
dotting his chest and shoulders.
"Hey Chris, help yourself to whatever man. There's jeans and pants over
there, shoes, socks and scarves in that corner and shirts and jackets over
there."
"Thanks man. Wow, you have a crap load of clothes. This shit must have cost
you a fortune. Did you buy it all here or bring it with from Italy?"
"No, most if it gets sent over. But yeah, my family usually insisted on
dressing presentably in Italy, so a lot of it is also from my days of having
to dress for high society on that side."
As they had been talking, Christian had pulled out a pair of silver-grey
dress pants, a long sleeve white crew-cut shirt and a pair of black shoes.
Pulling a black jersey from the cupboard he quickly pulled it on. He hung
all the clothes over the chair and dropped his towel. Just as Nico once
again found his eyes drawn towards Christian's pubic region, there was a
massive crashing sound that boomed through the house. Nico was hit with a
flood of energy that he knew could only come from one thing. Christian's
presence completely forgotten, Nico teleported himself to the sanctuary they
had set up in their house. He felt Dante materialising next to him and the
sight that greeted him made his heart stop.
***********
Hey guys, like I said I want to start speeding up my writing. I know I
always promise but don't deliver, but hey, I can only try my best! Hehe. So,
please go onto my blog, like I said it's
http://taintedbloodseries.blogspot.com and let me know what you think. I'm
always open to criticism and even more so to praise! ;)
The blog is quite new but I am going to work at making it better. And I'm
technologically retarded so it may take me a while! Otherwise email me, you
know the drill!
Peace,
Luca.
lucawarberg@gmail.com